I should have anticipated this. I should have known that there was no way in hell the two of us could possibly co-exist. Too many years, bad words and anger stood in between us now. It wasn't always like this between Randy and me. Once upon a time we were the best of friends. Hell, there was a time when we were lovers on the verge of what could have been something great. I know just as well as he does that I am mainly to fault for what happened between us. I made a choice and at the time it seemed like the best one. I really wish I would have had a crystal ball handy before I made that decision.

I can't bare the thought of sticking around and trading insults with Orton a minute longer. I stand up and level him with a look that tells him I'm not playing.

"You hate me, I get that. Newsflash, you aren't exactly one of my favorite people right now either. However, we do have to work together so I suggest we BOTH learn how to keep our traps shut before somebody, and by somebody I mean you, gets hurt. We don't have to be the best of friends; in fact I would prefer to only keep our conversations limited to this job. I'm not going to fight you Randy, it's too exhausting."

"Besides, you both know that if this shit keeps happening, we are going to have to court." John exclaims causing everyone in the room to groan. Court is what happens when something goes down backstage that causes any type of drama. Vince is adamant about not wanting backstage crap to get leaked to the public, so when things get out of control, we have to hold court. Mark, our fearless locker room leader, usually ends up being judge, juror and executioner. It's not a fun time for any of us.


I walk out the door and take a deep breath. I head towards catering to grab some water and hopefully find someone with an aspirin. I say hello to those I pass by and find my headache worsening as some of the people that I am less than thrilled to see again pass me by.

I finally hit catering, grab the bottle of water and spot Melina sitting by herself in the corner. Melina and I had a rocky start in the beginning but after a year or so, we were able to find a common ground. We became friends and I was thankful for that considering she is on of the last standing women that were around when I started. I don't exactly like most of the so called "divas" in the company right now and I'm not exactly quit about it. I make my way over to her and when she spots me, she quickly puts a smile on her face. Without saying a word, she opens up her purse and hands me a bottle of Excedrin.

"Figured you would need this by now." I swallow down three pills and rub my temples.

"Stephanie told you?"

"She may have mentioned that your first assignment would be Randy. John just texted me giving the heads up that World War II just went down."

"After all this time, he still can get under my skin like no one else. I should now better by now."

"Guess it really isn't the welcome back you were hoping for." I shrug my shoulders and wince as I see the Bella Twins walk into the room.

"I don't know why I was expecting things to be sunshine and rainbows. I knew deep down Randy wasn't going to make this easy. I can't change the past Melina and I am truly sorry for hurting him."

"Have you told him that?"

"I tried a few times but by then we were both so angry that it never worked out." I slam my head on the table and seriously start to consider going back to school and changing careers. "So how are you holding up since Dave left?" I asked as a sad attempt to change the subject.

Melina shrugs her shoulders and gets a pissed look on her face. "It's whatever. It wasn't like he was faithful to me or anything. Hell he was banging every new tramp that walked through these doors. I finally ended things about six months ago, so he's leaving just made things a little easier." I pat Melina's hand knowing all too well the strain of getting involved with a wrestler. You know deep down that it's the wrong thing to do, but when this is all you know 250 days out of the year, it becomes difficult to date outside of the company.

We sat and talked for awhile before she told me that she had to start getting ready for her match. I couldn't help but to notice that the excitement she used to have for wrestling seemed to die down a bit over the years. Maybe it was the lack of talent or the recent rumors of politics but something was definitely off.


I survived my first Raw back. Thankfully Orton was faced with no interviews or promos until next week. Sadly, it was now my responsibility to drive him 100 miles to the nearest town that held an airport so that he could make his flight in the morning. I know you may be asking me why I have to drive. The truth is Randy is a horrible driver, especially after a match. His shoulder is normally flared up and bothering him, although he won't admit it and it makes it difficult to keep his hand on the steering wheel for a long period of time without a break.

I wait outside his locker room while he changes and grabs his bags. When he walked out of the room, he barely glanced at me before handing me his keys. I guess someone informed him that I took a taxi to the arena and would be driving him. I'm surprised he has no smart ass comments and I don't know which is worse: his yelling or his silence.

We get in the car and I turn on the GPS while he fiddles with the radio. This used to be the start of an argument between us two. Randy is a rock guy through and through while I prefer the soft sounds of R&B for a late night drive. Tonight though I decide to ignore him while he finds a suitable station. We pull out the lot and without even looking at him, I speak.

"Diner or Drive-Through?" Randy normally doesn't eat all day before a match so afterwards he is starving. I find his theory a little ass backwards but it seems to work for him.

"Drive-Through." I find a Taco Bell and pull around. He tells me what he wants, I order and pay and prepare myself for the long ride. I hear him eating beside me and trying to get comfortable while a song on the radio catches my attention.

Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like the knife that cuts you, the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains

I know I could have saved our love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love we both
Made our separate ways

But now, I hear you've found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife

Damn you Bret Michaels and your 80s rock ballad. I grip the steering wheel as tightly as I can and try to concentrate on breathing. I cut my eyes over to Randy and see that he has lit up a cigarette, a tell tale sign that I am not the only one in this car fighting with emotions. I feel like I should say something. If this was One Life to Live, this would be the point of the story where we both realized that we left a lot unsaid and we need to resolve our issues. Unfortunately since this is more like Days of Adrianna's Fucked Up Life, Randy's phone starts to ring. I feel him glance over at me before answering.

"Hey babe." I hear the distinct female voice on the other side of the phone and my foot automatically starts to hit the floor. It would be perfect that SHE would be calling right now. I try to tune out the voices around me and am extremely grateful when he cuts the conversation short. I release my foot from the gas pedal and move back to a reasonable MPH.

3 hours later and I finally see the bright lights of the Days Inn coming into view. I practically give myself whip lash pulling into a parking space. Randy quickly gets out the car, grabs his bags and leaves without a single word. I kindly wait until the automatic door of the hotel close behind him before I stumble out of the car and promptly throw up. It's only been day one and the stress is already eating me from the inside out.

"I guess I don't need to ask how your first day went." I glance up and see Adam Copeland and Chris Irvine standing over top of me. I gladly take the bottle of water from Chris and chug it down. Once I get use of my legs again, I start to stand up.

"Well, it can't get too much worse from here." I attempt a little bit of humor but it even sounds dead to my ears. I grab my duffel and the boys and I walk inside the hotel. While I go to check in for the measly 7 hours that I will be there, my attention reaches over to Adam who is now talking to a younger wrestler that I have yet to meet. I grab my room key and make my way back over.

"Adrianna Torres, I want you to meet Harry Smith. Harry, this is one of the best PR ladies around, Adrianna Torres." I take the younger man's hand and am pulled back into the twilight zone.

"My God, I'm sorry, I know that you get this a lot, but you look just like your father." Harry seems to blush at the compliment though I'm sure he heard a million times. I wave goodbye to everyone and finally make it upstairs. The stress of the day barely allows me the time to brush my teeth and wash my face before falling face down on the bed. I can't help but reiterate my statement from earlier: I hate this fucking job.